On the television mounted on the wall, Sally Fields is crying at her daughter’s funeral. Next to me, a twink orders a drink called Unicorn Tears.… More
Pertusaria tejocotensis on the Cover of Nature
FLASH FICTION by Joanna TheissOnly she could make his thallus glisten like that, only she could make him enlarge even in drought.… More
Plus Popeye (The Ross Family)
FICTION by Mauro AltamuraJust before noon, bright October, the four walked into the narrow kitchen and stopped short to see Mom in bathrobe, hair messed, butt against stove, fridge open, its light on her face. Entirely wrapped in the super muscular arms of a man. Not their father.… More
Francois Bereaud
BULL InterviewI try to let my characters run around, elude being massacred, and hope that some lyricism falls into a line once in a while. … More
Trick of Perspective
FLASH FICTION by Cathy UlrichYou will remember how, that morning, your mother cut herself shaving and swore in her native tongue. Your father always called it gibberish, but there was something beautiful in it, you thought, more than his assholes and cocksuckers and shut the hell ups.… More
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Lauren Hwang-FinkWe made cracks about big industry, men in power—Chevron pumping liquidized dinosaurs, Bolsonaro hacking the Amazon to toothpicks. Someone somewhere was sucking all the rainclouds out of California. Maybe it was plastics. We didn’t know.… More
Two Cells? Two Cells.
FLASH NONFICTION by Sudha SubramanianHe doesn’t meet your gaze but traces the lines of a T Rex with his little finger. Your fingers itch to hold him, smother him with kisses, but nobody taught you how to talk to children about illness or changes in your physical appearance or the struggle.… More
Duck and Cover
FICTION by Zac WalshThis is what it does. It lands you in a new home fitted with bunk beds and barred windows and filled with stinky friends and a daily drip, so to speak, of enough chemicals to make it impossible for me to fly to those manic and dangerous heights ever again, to make it so I can never be shirtless of my own accord, to ensure that any exercise I do will be in the exercise room during exercise class. The duck never does yoga; yoga does the duck.… More
The Ballad of Patsy Swine
FLASH FICTION by CortezI decided I loved her because the first time we fucked I was flung suddenly and viscerally into a childhood memory of the county fair pig races.… More
William Boyle
BULL Interview by Frank ReardonI always start with character and place. I put the characters in desperate situations, usually in my part of southern Brooklyn, and see what develops from there. There’s drama just in watching lives unfold. The natural drama of being alive. Throw some secrets and lies and betrayals into the mix and shit gets amped up.… More
Yes, Martha
FLASH FICTION by J. Edward KruftOur dogs, George and Martha—both of them boys—were named such because our parents were literature—not history—buffs, and were narcissists and sadists and had kids (2!) so that we—my brother and I, that is—had no idea why/how we were the brutal transferences of their lives.… More
